She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. " "Impossible!" cried Jonathan. But it means no end of a row. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. . She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip.
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